I don’t know why I feel this way about you.
You can be an ***, yet you can also care and make me feel alive.
Smile, giggle, lose myself in time.
You don’t know what to say at the worst times when I need you the most.
Yet when I don’t need you at all, you tell me everything I want to hear and more.
Do you say it to make me feel good?
Do you say it because you’re my best friend?
You should know by now I like the attention, love, and care you give me.
When you turn your head the other way and ignore me,
It pains me.
It feels as if you had taken the sharpest knife you could find, smothered it with lies, and stabbed me.
All of a sudden you have changed.
You go from being so close to me and holding me tight to pushing me away.
And with you, I feel as I’m pushing my own self away.

I stand tall, stem a-bright. My crown is like no other, a crimson red that reminds you of the only good you are. I may seem strong, thorns going to attack if you come too close.

I have to admit, I am indeed beautiful, that’s why everyone smiles when they look at me. Yet you do not know how to treat such a lovely queen so well. You pluck us from our homes, the ground; and give us to your lover because you believe their beauty could compare to one of a rose. Some paint us black, as black as their souls making us believe we weren’t good enough, we didn’t quite make it. And now you’re cutting me. You say, “we cut and **** flowers because we think they’re beautiful. We cut and **** ourselves because we think we are not.”
Now I feel worthless, now I feel ugly; now… I can’t stand at all and my petals that once represented my crown are wilting, they are dull. A humans mind is truly a twist.

~ a.h